Our eyes found each other in the bustling crowd.
They met. They held. They connected.
A spark glittered out of nowhere.
A flicker of anticipation.
A magnetic energy.
An awareness like no other.
The moment passed in a blink,
So did a few months and a few weeks.
The memory vaporized.
Destiny played her mischievous hand, her chortling gleeful.
An unexpected meeting.
A foreseen rekindling.
The spark awoke in full glory.
Peals of laughter,
Stolen glances,
Deliberate brush of our hands,
Whisper of your lips on my fingers.
Brewed and crackled an electrifying chemistry.
We defied gravity and soared up the stars,
We were spiraling and reaching towards something,
We were getting there,
It was close enough to touch.
But Destiny was not done, her sleeves full of tricks.
She threw the dice again.
A strange drift came swinging right and left.
Something turned into Nothing.
We fit like a dream, but were pieces of different jigsaw puzzles.
You did not complete my portrait.
Your reflection discolored with my presence.
Amidst smiles and niceties, we bade goodbye.
We let go.
We never looked back.
We stayed unnamed, and dissolved into oblivion.
But for the delicate string joining us.
But for the spark refusing to die out.
But for that lingering awareness.
But for Destiny who is not yet done.
This poem was inspired by a prompt “Aware” at mindlovemisery’s menagerie and a lost (possibly forbidden) memory. How often do we experience these unexplained chance meetings that feel like a reunion of old souls? When a stranger simply isn’t one!
But Destiny was not done, her sleeves full of tricks.
She threw the dice again.
I especially loved this part, excellent work and a very vivid capture of an experience I believe many of us can relate to, self-included
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Thank you Yves! π Such experiences tend to leave us wanting and waiting… Often incomplete.
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I love the image of Destiny throwing the dice, as though Destiny herself is gambling with their future. This is a wonderful representation of the chance encounters!
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Thank you π These encounters, if not a gamble, are definitely a part of a wonderful game being played up there.
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I love that you ended your poem with “But for Destiny who is not yet done.” I enjoyed this.
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Thank you so much! π
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Hi Prajakta, I was wondering if I can nominate you for the sisterhood of the world bloggers award? I’ve been in reading your posts for a while now and really look forward to reading the brilliant literature you submit . Would that be okay?
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Thank you so much! This sounds like a lot of fun… π
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No problem at girl! I am just rounding up the nominees, there are certain things you have to follow which mainly involve telling us more about yourself. I am going to upload a post hopefully by today or if not tomorrow explaining what to do! and carry on being creative π
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Good Morning from England, I have uploaded a post giving more detail in what you have to do. So please go ahead and check it out π
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Loved the choices of your words. Destiny, her part, and after reading the last sentence, I stop, look at the title again.. brilliant π
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Thank you Shashank! π Sometimes, Destiny has her own charming way of dealing with things!
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